Little Mischievous Red Riding Hood

It was another sunny day in a little cabin in the backwoods, where the beautiful maiden named Georgette was still sleeping, covered in her favorite blanket. Her grandma was busy cooking in the kitchen, a mouthwatering lamb stew and the aroma of the freshly baked bread was wafting to the air as it was filling the whole place, her grandma sheepishly smiled, knowing it would wake her. Surprisingly, she was right, Georgette put a big crack of a smile on her face as she recognized that smell, her favorite rye bread. It made her rise yawning and sprawling like her pet cat. “Good morning, Oglie, how was your sleep?” she petted her cat, sleeping next to her, curved like a fur ball. She purred and then yawned before going back to her nap. “You go and sleep some more, I have to go down and check what Grandma is cooking today,”She climbed out of her bed, stretched some more before she headed to her small powder room. She splashed her face with water then lathed a lavender soap she made a wee

After a long night of exchanging kisses and heart-stopping intercourse, Georgette found herself awake in the middle of the dawn. Quite thirsty and hungry, she gingerly rose from the bed, careful not to wake her man. She smiled when she glanced back at his young, beautiful and virile man. He had worn her out. They did it for almost the rest of the night and stopped at exactly midnight. She blushed when she realized how wanton she was when she wanted to go down and suck his shaft. It gagged her when he pushed himself deeper, making her cough but continued to please him. He has a long weapon of choice and she could still not believe it fit just right inside her. Groaning, she also remembered how painful it was when he first thrust in and out. But it was a wonderful experience. She wonders if this night of mischief will bring her trouble. She was walking painstakingly slow when she stopped in front of crystal clear water in a pool. It seemed to her that it served as his bathtub. She m

It was the break of dawn when the old man finished his work and fell asleep in the chair. He was dreaming of running after his toddler in the field while his heavily pregnant wife was smiling at them, waiting for them to come home. He smiled, painting a picture-perfect family together with little Miss Riding Hood when he was awakened by a voice whispering to his ear.He jolted and realized he was tied up in the chair where he sat and fell asleep. The giggling continued, so he looked around and saw the girl, wearing the boots he'd made overnight. “This is wonderful, grandpa, it’s light and feels comfortable,” the girl danced around, she was wearing a familiar dress. The one with a corset and fine lace, satin petticoat and dark red skirt. She was tall and the hem of the skirt was pretty short for her but the bodice and the sleeves fit perfectly for her. She was breathtaking but the old man didn’t like that dress. He frowned. “Where did you get that dress?” anger bit his heart and it

Georgette spent the most splendid time of her life, helping her aging grandma with their household chores, starting to learn to cook meals specifically, baking goodies for their small trading while going out in the woods and sneaking to meet her lover, Wolfram at night. They would spend a blissful evening, dancing, singing and making love under the velvet night sky and taking shelter in his warm arms, wondering if they could finally announce their marital union. “I didn’t want this to end, Wolfie,” she sighed while nestling in his chest. Wolfram kissed her temple, shifting to accommodate her with his body as her bed and providing warmth for both of them. Sighing while looking aimlessly at the atrium of the cave. Keeping his silent and anticipating the impending tears that were threatening to fall anytime soon in her eyes. They just spent a romantic evening, ate their sup together in the candlelit banquet and made love after. Lying comfortably on his thick wool blanket and fur car

“I love you,” Were the words that came out from her lover, her man at the moment after their full-blown sex in broad daylight yesterday. She was used to getting had in mid day, in fact, this was also the time she lost her innocence with the same man but what confused her was his words, ‘I love you’ that she often heard from the men she had lain with before, after him, it was nonsense to her, she didn’t believe it, but when it came out to his mouth, it hit different. She felt it and she was terrified, for once in her life, she never felt this way. He loves her, regardless of her wanton nature and mischief before. She already told him that after him, she had other encounters with men and she had fun, he just shrugged that off and told her. “I've been there before, young lass, that was not new to me, the important thing to me is I am your first and hopefully, going to be your last,” That nonchalant demeanor and lousy confession of his feelings for her had made her more confused and k